The Travels of Don Lothario

Life wasn’t going too well for Don. Again. He had thought that he’d finally be on an upward swing after arriving in Oasis Springs. A fresh start and all that. Though his past was a bit murky, Don preferred to focus on the now. The past had passed. The future was unforeseeable. Don’s creed was “Live in the now. Love in the now. There’s no time like the present, and, baby, I’m your present.”

Yet, Don was a man with a long past, twisting and turning, running parallel and sideways. A past he seemed to run away from but never escape. Nectar, Sims, and Song — a future of pasts awaited him.

NB: Much appreciation and thanks to Brennachan and the “Murkland Challenge,” SimDonut, the Sims 4 History Challenge, (and all the great cc), and Coolspear for inspiring and allowing me to tell this story.

Chapter 18: Answering the Unanswerable

07-05-17_10-14-48 PM.png“Let’s go,” Bella finally pulled away from Don. “We are too close to end up back there.” Don walked up the stairs, Bella following. Fear had left him.07-06-17_12-45-28 AM.pngThe stairs led outside. Don looked around. It appeared as though they were in a cemetery. He continued on, not walking to look at the epitaphs on the headstones.07-06-17_12-45-06 AM.pngThey walked down a hill, following a gravel path. The sunlight was weak here, even though it was mid-morning, the air was misty and gray.

Bella was silent. They walked on, not seeming to have a plan, just trying to take in what had happened. Don began to wonder if this was some kind of trap. It seemed too convenient that they found a coffin with Cassandra’s epitaph. Something seemed wrong, but he wasn’t sure.

“Look,” Bella’s word broke the silence. Below them was a small village. Although it was now the middle of the day, not a single sim was out. “It’s like a ghost town,” Bella whispered. “Now what?” Before Don could answer, his pocket vibrated. He reached his hand in and pulled out his device. How was he getting work instructions here?07-05-17_10-40-45 PM“Follow me,” Don said. They walked down a side street into the backyard of an old home. “There–we need to go there.” He showed Bella. “Dr. E’rnitage is in that building.”

“Who is he?” Bella asked.

“Well, he’s something of a myth. His nickname is the ‘mad scientist.’ He disappeared quite a long time ago, rumor has it, because he wanted to work in peace.” They walked around the side. “Dr. E’rnitage?”

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A bald man with glasses and a beard wearing a lab coat motioned for them to come over. “Shhhh,” he said, “Don’t call me that. I’m Doctor Strange here, as in a medical doctor.” He peered over his glasses to Don. “It’s a disguise,” he whispered. “Call me George and let’s get inside quickly.”

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“Things must be worse than I thought,” George told Bella. “If you S.I.M.S. agents are involved, it must be very, very bad.” George turned to Don. “What in the world are you doing here? And how in the world did you get here?”

Don shrugged his shoulders. “I honestly don’t know.” He explained everything, which to Don became more confusing the more explaining he did. George, on the other hand, seemed to think it made sense.

“Before I left FSL, I made sure that each device had a homing device should technicians find their way here. Think of it as a safety protocol. A few days ago, or maybe months,” George chuckled, “or years. Time doesn’t flow the same here.” He giggled. “Another technician showed up. You,” George looked at Bella, “remind me of her. I gave her instructions and she hasn’t returned yet.”

Don’s mouth went dry. Bella spoke.”That was T-4684.” She described the candlelit room and told George she vowed revenge on Cassandra’s death.

“Well, that may be a problem,” George said. “She’s not exactly dead.”

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Don almost jumped with excitement. “She’s alive! I will go back and bring her here!”

“Well, that may be a problem,” George said. “She’s not exactly alive.”

“What do you mean,” Bella stammered, “exactly?”

“Well, that may be a problem. I can’t exactly answer your question.”


[The lot used can be found in the Gallery; “VampireTudorhome” by UnusualPeach.]

Chapter 16: Bars of a Different Kind

“Leave me alone,” Bella murmured. “Just let me sleep.”

“I can’t,” Don said. “We need to figure a way out of here.”

“There is no way out.” Bella lay on her bed, eyes closed. “I’ve searched while you were snoring away. And don’t say you don’t snore. You do.”

Don waited for her to sit up or do something, but Bella just lay on top of the bed.

After a while, Don decided he should read the volume Geoffrey gave him. It was fascinating. Terrifying, but fascinating. What he had called the “Stalkers” were a group of not living but not dead creatures who had once been sims. They emerged at night and fed upon the plasma of unsuspecting sims. Don wished he had a scarf, suddenly his neck felt too exposed.

These creatures of the night could materialize, change into bat forms, and perform all kinds of supernatural deeds. Well, thought Don, to the untrained mind, they appeared supernatural. Don began to understand the scientific principles used by these “Stalkers.”

“Don,” Bella called out to him. He realized he must have spent hours reading the book. His stomach growled fiercely in reply. “I think I’ve found a way out of here.”

Don put the book away. “While you were reading, I was continuing my search for a way out. Have you noticed how the spiders seem to move around, to shift in location?”

Don had noticed; it had creeped him out although he didn’t want to share that with Bella.

“They aren’t ordinary spiders,” Bella said. Don wondered where in the world “ordinary” spiders lived — he was pretty sure he’d never seen one in Oasis Springs before, just at the Labs — but then, at the FSL — “The webs seem to dissolve the metal bars. Look to your left. There’s a small hole where I nudged the web.” Don looked, and sure enough, there was a hole. He decided he didn’t want to get too close to a spider that had steel-dissolving powers. Bella showed him how to coax two spiders to his cell bars. Now all they had to do was wait.

While the spiders did their job, Bella told Don what she knew. She and her fellow agents had been trying to track down the “double agents,” and where the leak at the agency originated. Geoffrey had been blissfully unaware of Nancy’s involvement. Don was shocked to discover Geoffrey’s relation to the mobster: Nancy was his wife. Bella continued on, a sense of urgency in her voice. There had been a mole inside FutureSim Labs as well. Bella thought it was the director. Don disagreed: he’d seen him in a stasis chamber.

“Someone knew you and Cassandra were developing a serum,” Bella said. “Just as someone was able to steal modified Sim Rays from the lab — I was under the influence that night we met.” Bella blushed at the memory. “Mind control. I never in my right mind would have — well, that’s in the past. I’ve experienced worse; it goes with the job.” Don felt his face grow hot.

“Looks like we can get out of here.” Don was eager to change the subject.